Sirens Supernatural Novels & Stories

She was about to ask Waen about it to clear what she just hear when she felt Waen's hands gets slowly loosen from her holding and saw her cousin slowly closed her eyes. "No!!!" Her voice echoed all other the car louder than the siren of the ambulance. "No way! No, no, no! Waen! Please stay with me! Please! " She hugged her cousin and pushes the nurses away who are doing CPR trying to bring Waen back to life.

A siren? How in the world was this possible? Sirens were never supposed to exist. They were bedtime stories that the elders decided to put in the pups' books so that they didn't wander into the ocean unsupervised. She was a monster from a children's book who lured unsuspecting enchanted humans to their deaths. There was no mistaking the alluring quality of her eyes or the seductive and confident body language.

Sirens blared, cutting through the air, as Jack and his henchmen, hands cuffed, walked out of his mansion. The evening sun descended in a blaze of warm hues, casting a mesmerizing orangy glow that bathed the city in a soft, amber radiance. Was it to celebrate their victory? Well, perhaps it was. Pausing her steps in front of the entrance, Clover tilted her head and looked up at the sky. "It's finally a bright day."

Why would her dad hate an akharu ability, especially when his wife and his daughter were akharu? "I'm not disgusted," said Mr. Efoti, his deep voice booming. "I'm disappointed you kept this a secret from us." Phoebe rolled her eyes. "Like we would tell you after all those stories about sirens being the boogie men of the supernatural world." Caroline must have noticed that Ruthie and I were still confused. "Historically," she said, "sirens have been the villains in the supernatural world because they can influence us against our will and make us do things we wouldn't normally do. That power naturally engenders distrust. How can you trust anyone who can exert that kind of control over you?"

"Please, have mercy on us my King, the slave got four of the guards dead with her voice, we couldn't enter the tent, because her voice would have killed us, I have never heard of any voice as high as this before, and it affected us the vampire." One of the vampire's guard said quickly, the fear of being dead in the next minutes was so hard to comprehend. That was new to him, a voice killing his four men at once, the only creatures that can destroy the vampires with their loud voices was the Sirens, they are the only creatures who even he himself gets scared of, but they have their weakness, they could seize their voice with a the smell of a gold dust, but the girl, was she a Siren, but she n

Everything looked different and a lot more structured, more developed than when I lived on this side. "Oh no, baby girl. Don’t be mad at me. I need you right now," he said through a half-sob. Michael was afraid. More than me, it seemed. And it couldn't just be about getting caught and put in prison. He feared something else. The men waiting for this delivery, maybe? The loud sirens behind us and honking car horns accompanied by vitriolic shouts as we brushed or bumped nearby vehicles would send anyone into a panic. And that wouldn't be good. He would crash and kill us both.

Just as he arrived, he saw that his mate was halfway being pulled away through his portal by a siren. Sirens were female creatures, half bird and half woman with alluring voices, their power rested in their melodious voices. They could vocally make one fall under their spell and persuade them to do their bidding. Usually, they used dreams or hallucinations as a means to lure the individual out of consciousness so they would let down their guard. Only weaklings would fall under the spell of a siren, he was no weakling. Such couldn't be said for his fragile little human mate, who was now following him silently as they walked back to the house.

The guitar hummed a serene tune-one I desperately wanted to hold on to, hear forever, as though it could become a tangible part of my spirit. I took note of the stark-white walls with limited visibility, the hum of the fluorescent lights, and the constant rise and fall of the machine that breathed in time for me when I finally managed to drag myself into a semi-coherent state. I was alone, and for the first time since my parents had died, the solitude terrified me. The beep of the heart monitor increased its pace as my anxiety rose, and I didn't have the wherewithal to soothe myself. Unable to scream for help and lost with swollen eyes leaving me mostly blind to my surroundings, I couldn't f

The constant moving eye on one side of her face moves even faster then before as if surveying every inch of land. Suddenly, one of the three heart seeker jumps out of the woods. The wolf like head opens up and the tendril from the dead head attached shivers within the living head and through its mouth. The tentacle splits into three separate smaller appendages. There is a hungry mouth in the middle of the opening that salivates at the thought of sinking its dark and cracked teeth into the flesh of a being birthed from the darkness itself. However, this siren is no push over. The blue creature’s reaction is instant almost like the feeling of the warm winds told her what side the creature was

He asks, eyes staring straight at me, and I instinctively raise my guard. "The one that looks like the mermaids. Yes?" I reply cautiously. "Yes and no." He shakes is head. "Mermaids are just lucid fantasies made by humans. They are actually just sirens." Oh.....like I wanted to know. "Do you know that the sirens have the strongest clans in the sea. Over thousand of years, many others including the vampires and the witches, even us lycans tend to prefer not to clash with them. They are pretty cruel creatures—but this is mainly because of their natural gift, as a blessing can also be—"